Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth

Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth!

For your love is better than wine.

Your name is like ointment poured forth;

Therefore the virgins love you.

The king brought me

brought me into his chambers—

We’ll be glad and joy in you;

We’ll extol your love much more than wine.

Draw me; we will run after you.

Tell me

you whom my soul loves

Where do you feed your flock?

Where do they lie down at noon?

Where do you pasture your flock?

If you yourself do not know

Go by the flock’s footsteps

Feed your young

O fairest one

By the shepherds’ tents.